Tiny rainbow
Quivering on the floor
Some collide
Some merge
A grill- less window to let the rain-winds in …
Settle the storm in me,
I devour in positivity
Wrapped me in caged of curiosity,
To sync with the bare of reality
It is that me….
Or parallel universe completes
A verse of similarity,
Did I tell you the grave tale out of me?
Preksha Dixit đ¸
Preksha 